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◼BROOKLYN MILES◼
Bill proceeded to get on his bike and ride away from us, Beverly stepped forward eagerly.
"Bill!" She yelled but he was already gone by then.
"Common!" I said getting on my bike also to follow after him.
I peddled down the same way with Richie and the rest not far behind, we followed the right path to Niebolt.
As we entered the street we stopped upfront of the well house, it was practically a haunted house by the looks and even the sunflowers in the front still made it creepy.
Beverly was the first to chase after the boy, she dropped her bike quickly and stopped in front of the stairs.
"Bill, this is crazy!" Bev said trying to reason with Bill.
"You don't have to come in with me-"
"What happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Betty? Or another Ed Corcoran? Or one of us... Are you just gonna pretend it isn't happening like everyone else in this fucking town? Because I can't" He continued to talk.
"I go home and I see Georgie isn't there. I see his stupid stuffed animals but he isn't, so walking into this house for me, is easier than walking into my own"
"Wow" Richie said surprised as he blinked.
"What?" I asked the boy confused by his reaction.
"He didn't stutter once"
Me and Richie walked up onto the porch, Stanley, Mike, Beverly and Ben were all gonna stay and keep watch.
Bill creaked the door open, we all ducked under the wood blocking the door to why inside.
"Can't believe I pulled the short straw, you guys are lucky we didn't measure dicks" Richie said looking around the room
"I'd probably still beat you Richie" I said as Richie continued to wonder off into the lounge room which I assumed.
It was quite for a second until I noticed Richie holding a piece of paper his hand.
"What is it?" We all wondered over to him.
"It...it says I'm missing..."
"You're not missing Richie-" Bill tried to reason with him but Richie cut him off.
"Police department, City of Derry, that's my shirt, that's my hair, that's my face!" He was started to hyperventilate.
